My fears have faces
Every single one
Petrified of something
Wrung in worry
Wrinkled lines of concern
Searching for a buttress
To lean against
The pillar to hold me up
When I no longer can
But if I crumple to the ground
They have won
To return continuously
Living in doubt
Why?
I should try anyway
I could win
Stare down my fear
Which was all an illusion
A concept in my head
Dissolved by a little bravery
Debbie Gravett © 2019.11.28
RDP: Things with Faces
FOWC: Buttress
Image by Gerhard Gellinger from Pixabay
A very thoughtful poem. Terrific imagery
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I really like this…it is perfect
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